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[Jello Biafra:] This is for all you people who to get away with passing joints around in the front row of the Old Waldorf. What would Heavy Metal magazine think? This is called Dreadlocks of the Suburbs.

Why you come to my room
Had enough of being fucked by
Ain't enough to my habits
Looks alcohol so grab it

Had enough of uncool
up like all the folks do
Like a in my eyes
Have a or two tonight

And oh, oh, be a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a of the suburbs

Some and ferascas
And a new Havana
I know too much about him
He knows how to make it

a stash that's supremo
He's got any going
I out an ad in High Times
Got to keep up the new world

Because oh, oh, I'm a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the
And oh, oh, I'm a of the suburbs
Because oh, oh, I'm a

Forget your social
up misfit
We can be so
you can't say a word
Because we're so cool, someone

Okay, it is, listen up

Looking all my pictures
Especially in the
Got a in the promised land
Until my strikes the gold

And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the
And oh, oh, be a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, time for the dreadlocks of the
'Cause oh, oh, I want to you right now

The more things change, the more they stay the same